Whether it's because things haven't peaked as quickly as I worried, or because I'm pretty good at adapting, or because the fear and uncertainty were just too much to handle, I've spent this whole week feeling pretty chill about the COVID-19 pandemic. I also feel kind of guilty about feeling chill about it.
Of course, the whiplash of first getting back into our routine with sending our daughter to her grandparents' house for the mornings only to find out the very next day that my partner won't be working for a while has been stressful. However, as far as my fear of society breaking down and loved ones dying from a viral plague goes, I just haven't been thinking or worrying about it lately.
As I said, this is probably because the pandemic hasn't come knocking on my door yet, or because it only took me two weeks to adjust to the new way of living, or because my brain just decided it couldn't handle the worry and decided to block whatever chemical causes that–wait, does that mean I've just been in a state of shock all week?!
Of course, the fact that I've been able to get outside and do stuff has definitely helped. I've been pushing myself a bit further each time I go for a run, and yesterday I did some spring house work like sweeping the garage, hooking up the water hoses, and uncovering the air conditioning unit and fire pit–though the latter is going to need to be replaced since the bottom rusted out.
Plus, my partner and I are hoping to work on more of the Quarantine Projects this weekend, which will hopefully further help us feel a bit normal. Unfortunately, the paint we ordered to paint the house with has been very delayed, but we've got plenty more to work on as you can see.
And in keeping with the spirit of making things feel somewhat normal, tonight we're having pizza with the other people we're allowed to socialize with–my partner's parents–at my request because despite everything I just said about being chill I really do miss regular human interaction. I also feel guilty about even being able to enjoy this small comfort. Go figure.
I hope everyone has a great weekend!
Stay healthy and sane!
-Ryan
Of course, the whiplash of first getting back into our routine with sending our daughter to her grandparents' house for the mornings only to find out the very next day that my partner won't be working for a while has been stressful. However, as far as my fear of society breaking down and loved ones dying from a viral plague goes, I just haven't been thinking or worrying about it lately.
As I said, this is probably because the pandemic hasn't come knocking on my door yet, or because it only took me two weeks to adjust to the new way of living, or because my brain just decided it couldn't handle the worry and decided to block whatever chemical causes that–wait, does that mean I've just been in a state of shock all week?!
Of course, the fact that I've been able to get outside and do stuff has definitely helped. I've been pushing myself a bit further each time I go for a run, and yesterday I did some spring house work like sweeping the garage, hooking up the water hoses, and uncovering the air conditioning unit and fire pit–though the latter is going to need to be replaced since the bottom rusted out.
Plus, my partner and I are hoping to work on more of the Quarantine Projects this weekend, which will hopefully further help us feel a bit normal. Unfortunately, the paint we ordered to paint the house with has been very delayed, but we've got plenty more to work on as you can see.
And in keeping with the spirit of making things feel somewhat normal, tonight we're having pizza with the other people we're allowed to socialize with–my partner's parents–at my request because despite everything I just said about being chill I really do miss regular human interaction. I also feel guilty about even being able to enjoy this small comfort. Go figure.
I hope everyone has a great weekend!
Stay healthy and sane!
-Ryan
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